Tick, tock. Tick tock.
But why is it always a clock?
Not a bell and not a chime,
But for thy crime,
No rhyme,
But a clock to count the time.
Ticking right!
Always right, never left's light!
But why? It's a sight!
But why!? A man's might,
Be so weak but to enlight,
A man... and his right?
What has a man ever done right?
Wo-man, tis the question,
An interjection!
A rejection!
But to what altercation?
The clock ticks left, and the tides-
Stay the same! Oh the rides!
Yet through infinite sighs.
Left or right.
Day and night.
Who cares right!?
the better question, does the night?
The point! Yes, yes, the point!
What is the point?
Discover the night,
You just might put up a fight.
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Figure it out yet?
Heres a clue!
Who!
You?
Yes you!
No wait me!
Wait no not me,
But it is me?
Who is me?
Men who know, but the counter not!
I do hope your brain isn't in a knot.
YOU ARE READING
Perspective
Short StoryThe world changes though what we see, but it looks much different from a pair of eyes that aren't our own. When reading keep in mind that the speaker may not be who you think he or she is, may not even be a who.
